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Oct 15
New growth sprouts in my garden
Lit by the twinkling starlight
Watered by care and patience
Fertilized by vulnerability

Who knows what might grow
Now that the briarpatch is gone?
What new plants might take root
In this precious loam?

I can't know what will grow
But Thalia whispers of abundance
In many harvests yet unseen
Melony
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Melony  34/Trans Female/Colorado
(34/Trans Female/Colorado)   
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